[center][h3][color=fff79a]Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka[/color][/h3][/center] 

	Chloe was happily munching down on a piece of french bread, her cheeks full and round. Her leather jacket was placed on the chair she was sitting on. That chair was on it's two back legs, rocking precariously back and forth. Chloe's booted feet were on the table, grounding herself so she didn't fall backwards. Next to her boots was the half-empty cup of coffee. She was looking much better after her nasty wound and was just thankful to be in the fight at all.

	Chloe looked over and smiled, lips still closed to keep in the bread she was chewing, at the couple of performers on stage who began to dance to a piano. She wondered if there were a violin or a fiddle nearby. The piano man was pretty decent, actually, so she wouldn't need to take his place. But a piano by itself always felt a little lonely. Most instruments did.

	Swallowing her breakfast Chloe looked over at the others. [color=fff79a]"What a welcome to ol' Paree, eh? Couldn't ask for a better reception. Who needs butter, anyway?"[/color] Chloe exclaimed. The 'tt' in butter was implied more than spoken, the word coming out as 'bu-uh'. 

	Chloe moved the back two legs of the chair and back and forth with the heels on the table. One hand held the bread, the other dangled loosely to the side, occasionally snapping to the beat of the piano tune.